Stop starting journey, the road returns me
First cigarette puffs, gold links in my cuffs
I'll smoke and drink it, I'll eat and think it
Feed me with a frown or a laugh
Squint my eyes to see from my fame
Foot lit the visual of my lines
Are there people sitting out there?

Featureless the faces that ask
The stage rehearsals, voice on the circles
Spot the words that fall from my lines
Fingerprints in the dust with my name

Miserable the murder plot unwinds
Blah, blah my way to the ceiling

The deafness hides the light from the blind
Tonight I'm cracking, I'm murder acting
Back to the world in the evening

Egg on the shirt of my heart
I can't see the walls for the chairs